A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Hannah Abbott."

The moment she jumped out of the team, she almost fell. This scene caused laughter from the onlookers. Hannah put on the Sorting Hat cautiously, hoping that the worn-out hat wouldn't eat her head.

The Sorting Hat seemed to be dumbfounded by the little witch's thoughts, almost shouting: "Hufflepuff!" as soon as it was put on.

"Oh!" The Hufflepuff students heard the Sorting Hat's decision and let out loud cheers, warmly welcoming their new members. With a nervous and excited smile on her face, Hannah quickly ran towards the Hufflepuff table.

"The protagonist of Flowing Water, the iron-clad Hannah." Roger silently recited his last name: Travis. There was no one further behind among the freshmen.

"Hermione Granger."

Hearing Professor McGonagall call her name, Hermione hurried up. The Sorting Hat waited on top of her head for a while, then said hesitantly: Well, good.

It frowned humanely, and after some thought, finally announced loudly: "Gryffindor!"

"Sure enough!" Rogge did not look at the little witch, but focused on Dumbledore. He saw Dumbledore fold his hands and watch calmly as Hermione rushed into Gryffindor.

"The little girl who is eager for knowledge is sorted into Gryffindor. If Ravenclaw lives, he will definitely beat the old bee on the head." Rogge sighed softly. He made efforts, but it seemed to have no effect.

If one day I step into Dumbledore's trap, will I be able to resist? Under the loose school robe, Rogge clenched his fists and then slowly unclenched them.

"Draco Malfoy."

Malfoy climbed onto the high platform. Before the Sorting Hat was completely lowered, he couldn't wait to scream: "Slytherin!"

"Poor kid." Rogge saw Draco's triumphant expression and couldn't help but worry about Uncle Malfoy. Wouldn't it be nice for such an innocent child to go to Hufflepuff and graduate safely?

"Susan Burns."

"Hufflepuff."

Then came Ron, and not surprisingly, the Weasley children were all Gryffindors. On the matter of sorting, they are no less generous than the Malfoy family.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall read the savior's name with a smile and encouraged him to come forward.

The entire auditorium fell silent for a moment, everyone was paying attention to which college Mr. Savior would be assigned to. Principal Dumbledore on the high platform sat up straight and lowered his hands, his eyes calm and expectant.

Elena stayed next to Rogge and gently nudged Rogge who was about to fall asleep with her white fingers: "Why are you asleep? Mr. Savior is going to be sorted. Use your prophecy ability to see if he will be sorted." Which college?"

"Gryffindor. I'm in the back, let me get some sleep." Rogge yawned, revealing the mystery indifferently.

"Hehe, I'm in front of you!" Elena looked at Rogge proudly, "My full name is Elena Cola Smaug."

Rogge saw her victory, and wondered if she could win?

"Smaug? This surname is quite rare."

"Our family comes from the Slavic area." Elena smiled and didn't say much about the specific situation.

"Nana, good girl!" Rogge looked at the tangled Sorting Hat on the high platform and asked, "Help me block it, I will be confused for a while."

"Okay, my Sleeping Beauty Princess!" Elena ignored Rogge's eyes and lent him a shoulder.

"Gryffindor!"

"Oh!" Gryffindor students cheered almost lifting the roof, their new member is the savior Harry Potter!

On the high platform, from Dumbledore to Mrs. Hooch, almost every professor applauded Harry Potter. Harry Potter walked to the Gryffindor table. The prefect came up to shake his hand, and his classmates warmly welcomed him. Principal Dumbledore even raised his gold cup to congratulate Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry was sincerely happy. He had found the warmth of home at Hogwarts, a feeling he had never had with the Dursleys.

"Rogg, you are so amazing, you guessed it right again!" Elena looked at the sleeping Rogge and sighed at his unparalleled prophecy talent.

After waiting for a long time, the young wizards in front had all sorted their schools, leaving only Elena and Rogge. When everyone saw Rogge sleeping on her shoulder, the little girl blushed with embarrassment.

In fact, when it was almost their turn, Elena kept calling Rogge. But he was sleeping too deeply, and Elena couldn't bear to take away her shoulders and let him fall to the ground.

"Mr. Rogge!" Professor McGonagall looked at Rogge helplessly.

"Mr. Rogge!" She raised her voice several octaves before waking Rogge up.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Rogge tried his best to open his eyes, and all the little wizards laughed when they saw him just waking up.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, do you want to return my wand?" Rogge looked at McGonagall expectantly. The professor shook his head and did not reply to him.

"Elena Korra Smaug."

Elena blushed and lowered her head, letting Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on her head.

"Well, advocating wisdom and exploring unknown knowledge." The Sorting Hat couldn't help but nodded, "Without a doubt, Ravenclaw!"

When Elena heard that it was Ravenclaw, joy and pride welled up in her heart. Rogge's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the Eastern European girl was actually a student from the Eagle Academy.

"Roger Treves."

"Travis, another pureblood, must be Slytherin." Ron said without any doubt, sitting next to Harry.

"No, Rogge has a very comprehensive understanding of magic knowledge and will definitely be sorted into Ravenclaw." Hermione retorted. She had just heard Ron say below that bad wizards are all from Slytherin.

"Huh, he must be a Slytherin. If you don't believe me, let's take a look!" Ron glared at Hermione. It was this annoying little witch who made him extremely embarrassed on the train.

"Well, it's a difficult choice again." The Sorting Hat felt Rogge's character and aura and fell into thinking.

"The talent is very high. I smell the dragon's blood and the moon."

"Huh!?" Rogge asked in surprise, "Is your nose so good? No, you have no nose at all."

"Although I have no nose, I have great wisdom. I can smell your talents from the thoughts and breaths you exude." The Sorting Hat boasted and continued to analyze, "Extraordinary spellcasting and potion talents."

"How's Gryffindor?"

"Are you sure? What does this have to do with Gryffindor? I hate mindless bravery." Rogge objected firmly, even though Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, was standing next to him.

"Oh, that's the case." The Sorting Hat nodded and shouted loudly, "Slytherin!"

"Look, I knew it." Ron raised his chin proudly. He knew it was Slytherin and there were all bad wizards there.

With a look of frustration on her face, Hermione stared at Roger as he walked towards the Slytherin table. She knew the two colleges had completely different values, and that worried her.

The Slytherin prefects and others stood up one after another to welcome Roger Travis from the pure-blood family.

"Are you from the Travis family?" Malfoy's eyes were bright. He had heard about this pure-blood family from his father.

"That's right." Rogge sat on the bench and treated Malfoy indifferently.

Each college welcomed the new students warmly, and Professor McGonagall had to tap the glass with a spoon to finally calm everyone down.

"Everyone, please pay attention." Her voice echoed in the auditorium, and the students immediately focused on her.